Whatever I Am, I'm Yours.

chapter nine

Lauren

"Fuck," I sang in a whisper while running my hands through my hair. Normani was downstairs, Camila was half naked in my bed, and I was radiating this heavy musky smell while there was an unfamiliar taste in my mouth.

I couldn't put my finger on it, it was a bittersweet taste. I knew it wasn't the alcohol from last night. I would remember that, mostly because Ashley's shots had a very great cherry flavor that totally disguised the huge amounts of alcohol in them. Which was mostly the reason how I got drunk so fast.

Plus my low tolerance, but I don't like reminding myself of that.

"Laur," I heard Normani call out again and this time I could hear her walking up the steps.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Quickly I ran over to my closet, grabbed some baggy pajama pants to put on, and ran out through the door and closed it behind me just in time to face her. Normani seemed a little taken back by me, "Hey...what's wrong? You look...like your hiding something."

Oh you know, typical thing. Just a half naked girl who I really like is in my bed and we may or may not have had sex. The usual.

"N-Nothing."

Normani glared at me for a good second before shrugging her shoulders and making her way downstairs, "Come on. Let's make some breakfast and then we can unload all your shit from my car. Your drunk ass didn't give us enough time to get all last night so I called Cara to see if I could pick up today."

I felt myself smile while following behind her, "Thank you, Manibear. What would I do without you?"

"You'd be dead probably...or probably in bed with some girl if I didn't take you home last night."

I froze while leaning against the counter and watched Normani pull out the instant oatmeal, well she wasn't off. That's kind of scary.

"Strawberries of blueberries?" She asked me while opening up the freezer and grabbing for the frozen fruit.

"Blueberries."

My mind wondered to the sleeping girl in my room, what would Camila like?

"So how's the hangover?"

Nonexistent. If that's even possible.

"Killer, it took me a second to realize how I got home."

Normani laughed, "You don't remember?"

I wish I did. I might have lost my virginity. I would like to remember that. At least, you know, know if it was any good.

I'm sure it was for me. The joints in my wrists and knees were aching just a bit while my shaft for once wasn't standing in the morning. That clearly showed that I got some kind of release last night, so did Camila at least...oh god.

What if I reached it before her and didn't....ugh.

"I drove you home and Mila helped me get you here-oh my god how is she? She asleep?"

I felt my skin crawl while trying my best to respond as best I could, "In the guest room knocked out?"

I'm assuming.

"She really wanted to make sure you were okay. It was too nice of her. Just what the hell did you do?"

"W-What?"

"When you two went off to a room? Dinah said y'all were just talking ? What the fuck. I do not believe that."

"Yeah. We did. A-About Game of Thrones."